more more more feminism.

this woman. influences. wonder. bell hooks is such a wonderful woman. she has influenced my life greatly since i was first introduced to her writings in the 9th grade. a marxist feminist. she believes that everyone deserves mutual respect and understanding. she makes people understand that feminism is not a movement of women, but of people, working to diminish stereotypes and exploitation. that people of all classes and races should not be discriminated against. and that without love, there can be no justice. a writer of over twenty books, including childrens books, and making politics and feminism so incredibly easy to understand and relate to, bell hooks is easily one of the most progressive thinkers of yesterday and today. i got the opportunity to meet this lovely lady today and she was everything i hoped for and more. such a caring and genuinely sweet character who was so eager to meet everyone around her. i was so incredibly nervous when i finally shook hands with her, i introduced myself twice. face red, and camera ready, i snapped a few portraits of her on HP5 plus black and white film and bid her adiou only to reunite with her after her lecture to her saying "hello jordan!" and me getting giddy and wonderfully happy again. there is nothing about the spirit of this woman that people shouldn't learn from. she's so incredible and i'd urge anyone to read her books.





mmmmmm lovely <3

an epic of epic epicness.

No one has any idea how excited I am to see this movie. I got into the comic books about a year and a half ago when I heard they were making a movie of them. For a long while I was hesitant that they cast Michael Cera as Scott Pilgrim but now that I've seen the movie trailer, he seems pretty fit for the part, seeing as he's a nerdy pipsqueak weakling, I suppose he'll do fine. My favorite part is that they cast Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Ramona! She's definitely in my top five for favorite actresses. Needless to say, I will probably see this movie on opening night.

shallow pools.

I feel so lame lately. Only because I've got so much to do and I can't seem to get any of it done. I impulse buy when I'm under pressure and that's horridly apparent as of late. I've got a ten page midterm on marxist theory due on wednesday and I'm not even half done with it at this point. but on the bright side (heh) i've got basically a whole new wardrobe coming for me in the mail over the next week. one being a tweed dress:



one twisty...awesome...bucket bag...thing...



and one very very cute awesome coat:

I love the end of seasons because that means el-cheapo for broke-ski ol' me. needless to say, i'm lame but so excited for these to arrive. but for now, back to marx. adios.

precious pearls.

Courtney, doll....

and dear Kaila, darling.

false magic.

It's been decided, i hate the internet. I'm going to spend less time here. In other news, tonight is the night I meet James Christensen. One of my very favorite illustrators of all time.





so strange! but so wonderful. I'm so excited! And after that I'm hoping to head up to salt lake for a couple hours and sneak some shots of courtney in before the night is over. What a day!

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i feel forgotten.

stuck.

my feet are grounded here in utah. I want to get out of here. leave the continent. More than anything, my top three places to visit before I die are:
1. Japan
2. Italy
3. France

in no particular order. That goes for learning to speak french, italian, and japanese as well. When will this dream come true? I suppose when I make it come true. I just feel so...without the wherewithal. money money money money money :(

(deary me!)
Rococo art originated in France under the aristocracy and was usually only created for rich patrons. Though alot of Rococo art shows sexual promiscuity, alot of it was simply, just wonderful to look at (and a whooole lot of it was quite god-awful, as well).